The Fourth

UPDATE UPDATE: Lloyd, I’m sorry the pictures haven’t been put up! I’ve been distracted by all the hottie hugging and whatnot. Lloyd’s at Heit’s point with his family this weekend, and tomorrow I’ll have a montage of his time there. That is, if he’s still speaking to me.

UPDATE: I’m putting this update right at the front, because it totally trumps all the other things I wrote about in a sleepy stupor last night. I LOVE a parade, as I’ll say later. I believe in being loud, cheering, clapping, waving and generally making a scene. My favorite part is yelling the names of politicians and beauty queens so they’ll look right at us with a confused face and wave back. We have a good crowd around us, and Brent and Sandra’s house is becoming known as an active corner of the parade route. Anyway, Brent was stealing my thunder yesterday by not just waving at the politicians, but actually going out to the curb to shake their hands! He had a photo taken with Jeff Fortenberry (I?? I think that was his name ??), and then went out to shake Scott Kleeb’s hand. Now, you must know that Scott Kleeb is a Democrat (running for Sentate), “Satan’s representation on earth” – depending on which Republican you talk to, and a total, total hottie. He was holding up the parade because he was shaking so many hands! Yeah, Brent got to shake his hand, but our yelling made him come up on the lawn, and I went in for a big ol’ hug (with the super-hottie.) So, my apologies to Lloyd, my little Republican delegate – I’ve turned to the dark, handsome side.

We now return to the original post:

It was another successful 4th in Seward. For any new readers, the 4th is a BIG deal in Seward. Our little town swells in size to gigantic proportions. We have activities up the wazoo. You can see last year’s post for some pictures of our goings-on.

I don’t really attend too much of the stuff. We walked the square and looked at the crapcrafts, and then… the parade!! My very favorite part. If Brent sends me a picture he took, I might have an update later. Anyway, here’s a picture of the Concordia float we worked on. That looks like a bell under the cross, right?

And lastly, a link to a little video of some music at the bandshell and Brad enjoying a funnel cake. In the video it looks like no one was watching the band, but they had all skeedaddled to seats in the shade. (Not like us.) We missed you, Lloyd. Go to Bradaptation to see how we did with the beverage pond.

Brent was shaking the hand of Mike Johanns. He’s more important than Jeff, which is why Brent thought he was trumping you. But in the end, you win.

I mostly couldn’t believe how very tight Scott’s wranglers were. I guess I should have, he is afterall, a true farmboy turned politician, and farmboys wear tight jeans so as not to get anything caught in a auger.